𝕬𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝕷𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖇𝖞 - [𝗞𝗮𝘇 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗸𝗲𝗿]

𝐱𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐢. 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘴, 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 — cults, ghosts and broken bones

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 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐃 very strong hands. How did Aleksa know this? Well, the delightful young Heartrender had trudged up to the deck, caught just one glimpse of the mutilated body... and then she waited, tapping her foot like a fuming mother atop a rickety old porch.

 Jesper had rocked on his feet, hands shoved into his roughspun pockets as he whistled and pretended to be none-the-wiser. Wylan had swiftly ducked his head and trailed his fingers along the gunwale as though he was trying to play the piano.

It had been Matthias to give Aleksa up. Not with his words, no. But the big, bad Fjerdan simply couldn't stomach Nina's glare, the way her hands rested on her hips, or how her brows crawled the length of her forehead.

 Matthias' gaze had fled to Aleksa, and before anything could have been said, Aleksa slumped.

 Nina's eyes had flared as she jabbed a finger through the air, spluttering as the salty sea breeze smacked her hair against her lips and cheeks, "I told you that you needed to rest!"

 "But Nina!" Aleksa had whined, almost tempted to stomp her foot and bring tears to her eyes, but the Heartrender was having none of it.

 Nina stomped forth, and both Matthias and Jesper had to hop out of her path, "Don't 'but Nina!' me. I thought you'd shout, perhaps give him a bruise or three, maybe even a little knife wound..." Nina peered over the Shadow Summoner's shoulder, "You sliced the man in two!"

 "He was a very bad man!"

 "I know that! But I told you to rest!" She huffed and she puffed and Aleksa had truly thought Nina might have been the one blasting wind into the schooner's sails. Nina snatched up her hand with that deceivingly strong grasp and tugged her onwards, "Come on."

 Nina had dragged her into a spare cabin and had quite literally blocked the damned door as she waited for Aleksa to shed her bloodied clothes for the stash she'd given to Jesper to haul upon the ship. Once her stomach and hands were free of blood and her frilled shirt was perfectly white and tucked away snugly within the waistband of her trousers, Nina had taken the water basin into her arms.

 She had demanded for Aleksa to rest, and even added the lovely little threat of 'Kaz is next door'.

 So that had been enough for Aleksa to groan and whine as she toppled against the uncomfortable bunk topped with scratchy blankets. But for all of her childish pouting... Aleksa had dozed off within minutes.